Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
Well if I was in your position
I’d put down all my ammunition
I’d wondered why’d it taken me so long
But Lord knows that I’m not you
And If I was I wouldn’t be so cruel
Cause waiting on love ain’t so easy to do
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing - Jack Johnson
Sitting, working, wishing at the moment. Today is going to be one of the longest days of my life. I fell asleep with the lights and TV still on, phone in my hands, and sorting through papers for the national conference. Today I have to work at the library, work at NARAL, go through NRHH induction, and then drive home two hours away.
This was (kind of/almost/sorta) me in August of 2009.
How to turn your life around. (via)
(Source: fuckyeahdementia)
I Mega-Loathe Writing in Literature Class
I think I might have just failed a literature essay I had to write for an exam grade.
I used two quotes like we were supposed to, analyzed the the topic in the prompt, cited examples, etc.. But the essay was only 3 or 4 pages on the bluebook and the professor said that a good essay is usually two thirds or three fourths of a bluebook.
But I used a green book for the exam so maybe I’m underestimating my performance? Man I hope I am…
Can’t sleep
I can’t sleep at all tonight this morning. Going to make the most of it in a bit.
I just undid all the bobby pins and brushed out the hairspray from my beehive. I just finished putting away all of the laundry I did and all the stuff I took out of my cabinets when I cleaned them.
I’m 90% sure there’s black mold under my sink. I had the box for my toaster oven under there and the bottom of it was so covered in mold that it looked fuzzy. The wood under the sink is warped and there’s some black residue on the surrounding wood near the cabinets.
Here’s under the sink. Nasty, right?
My poor little toaster oven box ._.
The beauty of mold from afar.
This is totally one of my mantras and goes along with why I prefer social work over sociology and (generally) any class that places application over theory.
(via imperfecttgirl)
